He paused for a moment as if to weigh his words.
"Now, to begin with, you know, of course, the social conditions pertaining generally everywhere, all the world over, since the Great War." Larose nodded. "Well, ours here are just the same. Money opens all doors. Our social aristocracy is appraised to an extent on a strictly cash basis, and if you have money to throw about you are assured of a seat among the elect. Well, just about two years ago. Miles Fallon descended on the city. He came as part proprietor and manager of the Rialto, our crack hotel here. He was then about five-and-thirty years of age and a good-looking, polished man of the world. He was a man of personality, likeable and apparently with plenty of money, and was received with open arms. He went everywhere, and was a favori
